Category Archives: Serial Horror Stories

The Flavour of Spite – Five

Posted on January 19, 2015 by Helen

  The readiness is all. I have a weakness here, I have to admit. My conditioning has had this impact, this effect, where my mind finds it hard to settle for long enough to truly plan and achieve. This has … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Four

Posted on January 17, 2015 by Helen

‘I like your raven hair,’ the blonde girl said to Mandy, her voice very sweet but with the threat of something else beneath it. They were in the school cafeteria, and it was the beginning of Mandy’s second week at … Continue reading →

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Flavour of Spite – Four

Posted on January 15, 2015 by Helen

  A terrible night needs to be assuaged by pleasure. And now for me the greatest pleasure was a visit to my favourite patisserie. No longer just for the wonderful food, of which there was aplenty, but also in the … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Three

Posted on January 13, 2015 by Helen

‘Sheesh!’ Susan exclaimed ,almost spilling her coffee, ‘I didn’t realise you’d move into that street, and so close to that house!’ It was Saturday morning, the first weekend after her first week on the new job, and Lisa finally had … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Three

Posted on January 11, 2015 by Helen

      I had the nightmare again. I woke shaking around 3am, the witching hour, the hour when most people suicide, according to some article I read many years before. It is the hour when the temperature is coldest, … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Two

Posted on January 9, 2015 by Helen

      It’s good to be thrown in at the deep end, Lisa told herself silently, that way you learn to swim so much more quickly. The cause of her reverie was being left alone to mind the shop … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Two

Posted on January 7, 2015 by Helen

In my first decade I lived in America, not the cold and ancient climes of London as I do now. My mother, Imogen’s sister Gwen, married a man named Ross who Imogen dismissively termed a ‘liberal’ as though in that … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – One

Posted on January 5, 2015 by Helen

By late afternoon the muscles along Lisa’s back were starting to ache from the exertion. There were only so many boxes you could unpack before it caught up with you. She’d been working like a machine determined to have unpacked … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – One

Posted on January 3, 2015 by Helen

The first time I saw her I wondered what her flavour would be. I was tempted to think crème brulee, for the hard, brittle shell and sweet softness within. Her pretty face was crumpled in a frown and she was … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Prelude

Posted on January 1, 2015 by Helen

  Little Lottie In love with the devil Baying at the moon Little Lottie Bride of night Sweet Sixteen in June Little Lottie’s Fragile lifespan Ending far too soon With all the bravado of the young they climbed up the … Continue reading →

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